Some Are Still Free

                                       
                                          Picture by Eugenio Mazzone

At the all night poetry store

we have airs but no graces.

It is words that count here

and there are lots.

At the all night poetry store

there are no pigeon holes.

Just stacks and racks

of pamphlets. Other

small press offerings

in the corner recover

lost mojos or lost plots.

Dreams are in the bargain bin

at our all night poetry store.

Some are still free.

Tony Noon